But to Cicely she said nothing, for what was the use, seeing that soon she would learn all?
They ate their food, knowing both of them that they would need strength.
Then Cicely nursed her child, and, placing it in Emlyn's arms, knelt down to pray.

While she was still praying the door opened and a procession appeared.

First came two monks, then six armed men of the Abbot's guard, then the Prioress and three of her nuns.

At the sight of the beautiful young woman kneeling at her prayers the guards, rough men though they were, stopped, as if unwilling to disturb her, but one of the monks cried brutally-- "Seize the accursed hypocrite, and if she will not come, drag her with you," at the same time stretching out his hand as though to grasp her arm.
But Cicely rose and faced him, saying-- "Do not touch me; I follow.

Emlyn, give me the child, and let us go." So they went in the midst of the armed men, the monks preceding, the nuns, with bowed heads, following after.